I loved and I believed all my happiness revolved around his dance his kiss his hands his touch. The air smelled of sunlight and I didn’t want to be here.
She was winter and the sun was setting. She knew that she was to die. Would she dream? She didn’t know, yet she was happy with her eyes closed.
I remembered burning. I softened. His eyes darkened. I struggled, uncomfortable backing toward the door. He shut my mouth and I realized I will not change my mind.
It was time to recognize courage. She had always dreamed in blood and death, but her story would find people still believe in ghosts and do not suffer a corpse.
Behind the glass is frigid ice and wind, entwined in silhouettes, shadows, and the blue veins of pale skin; translucent marble, a polished winter.
We first brought possessions unspecified like a disastrous life, shifting the balance unalterably. School as easy as girlfriends and gossip; a constant ebb and flow of vapid and dull sex […]
I had been invited, doubtless and determined to tell untrue stories about life after death. No one felt shame for the passing of time.
Something so depressing and deadly serious inside your witchcraft. A voice, hushed and quiet plenty scared and the same feeling as kisses and drugs.
I am soothed by biting winds, sheets of ice killing frost and tranquil, stagnant cold. Nature reveals the inward winter of my soul is transient as the changing seasons. the rolling […]
I flaunt my darkness and threaten to bring you with me. Do not be afraid, love. You have not lived if you have never existed in the dark.
With this Pandora’s box of sorrows, we could bring down the world. We have all been abandoned.
The night cool, silver. His voice disappeared. The foxes play with lightning and he’ll find they didn’t burn, fearing the remains of bodies and wings.
The city at night like ashes beneath the evergreens. This beautiful universe lives within me. A confession of love, calling my name yet I, we, are flawed corrupt and soulful Loving […]
His gaze leaving me troubled, unguarded. I withstand the sun. I wanted to save him. His own voice from deep within his soul, a comfort like his embrace.
I kept insisting. I knew I lost myself in nothing and frustration awaited me. Everywhere, the dull purgatory of unimaginative worlds.
His eyes, amber flames blazed golden. I felt one slow heartbeat, the slight caress of sound. His eyes, revealing emotions overwhelming. I swayed with his movements.